St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-30

telegraphed her husband in Newport,

Ielegrapned her husband Ill Newport,
and went to the Windsor hotel.
Then she learned that Mr.. Clay had
been roOming in his own house of late
getting ready, thoughtful man, for her
occupancy, and she also met friend of
his, who knew positively that Clay
would be at home that night, as he had
an appointment with him the next morn
ing at the house. Mrs. Clay immedi-
ately thought how delightful it would
be to surprise her dear spouse. To that
end she sent note to her coachman.
From the carriage-hOuSe was an en-
trance to the grand dOmicile of Madam,
and Pat entered into the scheme with
great interest. Mrs. c. went over to her
home. and got in by the carriage-house
Pat went off to hotel near by and had
an elegant little supper sent over and
laid out in the sitting room belonging to
her suite, on the second floor. Pat was
to serve as waiter, and the lady and
her servant waited-waited until
ten at night-when Mrs. c. told
Pat to 90 upstairs to bed, as
she did not care to be alone in
the house at night, and she was fully as
sured that Mr.. Clay was not coming
home. Then she heard step in the
hallway. Presently her blood froze in
her veins as she heard her husbands
voice calling on the stairs: "Stella, are
you there?" Good heavens, how strange!
she thought, but she would learn more
of the relations between Stella and the
old man. She replied in French that
SHE WAS THERE.
''Come down and have SMOKE" re-
turned he. The madam informed him
she had fearful headache, and would
not descend, as she could not bear the
light" Would he come up for his
smoke? She eXtinguiShed the gas en-
tirely in the room, and waited with
beating heart for further developments.
MIR. c. knocked round at the buffet in
the dining-room for some moments, then
the rafting of glass and climbing of
bottle announced his arrival in his
wife's room.
''Do not light the gas, my head is so
bad," said madam, still in French.
Clay poured out glass of wine and
sat down on the sofa, and took his wife's
hand. She lighted the cigarette that he
gave her. In eXecrable French he as
in smoke, but he imagined he was ad-
dressing EStelle, the French maid, to
whom he had sent the latch-key that aft
ernoon, and expected to find waiting
him in the house, as usual, when he
came in, for in the conversation madam
learned that this had been the pro-
gramme. He alluded to 1.-THE old lady"
and her threatened return in few
days as calamity, and
ADVISED ESTELLE
not to come back to the house in her for
mer capacity at present, but to get her
sister to take fiat where she could get
along without work during the winter
He let out the whole business as he sat
there, and then EStelle (?) thought she
could bear little light. Old Clay trot-
ted after matches. Then he deliberately
lighted the gas.
"PreneZ un autre vene de vim, ma
charmante Estelle," said he, glass in
hand. The light shOne brightly upon
the lady. Great Cesar's ghost! The
glass he held fell, and Clay staggered
back and sat down ON handy chair
with a sickening thud. The cyclone
that moved rapidly from the gulf center
upon that wretched old man shook up
Pat, who, much frightened, appeared
in the hall below.
"He was always close-mouthed old
fool" said Pat. This never could have
happened if he'd told me he was spark
in the French girl"
The miserable Potter Clay has not
yet got his second wind What will
come of that fatal occasion he can not
yet say.
Mrs. G. is holding daily consultations
with her family, and a Sullen but Omin-
Gus reticence is maintained by the out
ragged woman. CLARA BELLE.